Wednesday 13 June 2007

The Edge

I sense
As I before did not
Not with mine eye
Nor fleshy touch
Not with the varied frequency of sound
Not from within
But somewhere from around
I sense the quivering air that all surrounds
I sense the living tree upon the mound
The bird that soars
I sense the ground
Or rather should I say
I sense the screen on which they play
For what I sense is one so whole
That mind it must astound
Division
There is none
No place where I locate myself
The unity of life and man
The tree
The bird
The universe
As so astounded
Do I stand
And sense
The Edge
Of what I am

_

Egal Bohen


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